With a scream, the monks looked at him and saw that Master Yuan Feng was kicked out by the old man. While his figure retreated, the bamboo in the old man's hand flew out and hit him more than ten meters away.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Master Yuan Feng fell to the ground unsteadily, trying to hold on to stand up again, but fell down again.

Tang Ning held the Zhuguai who had returned, looked at the middle-aged man on the ground, and said, "You are not my opponent, I will spare your life today, let's go!" As she spoke, she turned around and looked at Song Tianyou and Xiao Taoyao on the side and smiled: "I seem to smell the aroma of meat. Let's go and barbecue."

"Okay!" Song Tianyou responded loudly, ran forward with a smile, and came to his master's side: "Master, you are so awesome!"

"How can you be your master if you are not powerful?" Tang Ning raised his chin and said with a smile.

The ten meters behind him, watching them turn around and leave, and seemingly not taking him seriously, Lord Yuan Feng was furious. He raised his hand, and the long sword in his hand formed more than a dozen long swords floating, and attacked with his low shout.

"go!"

The sharp sword attacked and headed towards the three people. The murderous intent carried on the sword blade was sharp and striking. The speed of the attack was even more like lightning, as if he wanted to kill them off guard.

Seeing that Master Yuan Feng was actually hurting someone behind his back, some monks not far away were slightly shocked. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen sharp swords had approached the old man and the other three, and they could take their lives in an instant. At this moment, even though they were not concerned about their affairs, they couldn't help but sweat for the old man and the other man.

When Tang Ning felt the murderous intent behind him, he glanced coldly across his eyes, reached out and pushed the two people beside him down the hillside, and turned around and threw out the bamboo crutch in his hand.

The bamboo crook flew out of her hand and rotated. The extremely fast rotating bamboo shadow seemed to form a huge barrier. The moment the sharp sword attacked, it was all blocked by the rotating bamboo crook.

"I spare your life, I'm not asking you to kill me."

The moment Tang Ning's cold voice came out, Master Yuan Feng saw something flashing in front of him, and the next moment, his neck was already pinched.

"Um!"

He groaned, his tightened hands made him unable to breathe, and his whole body was covered by a powerful pressure, stiffened and unable to move. Even the flying sword that flew out fell to the ground due to his restraint.

"I want to die?" Tang Ning pinched his throat and squinted his eyes: "You should be glad that I don't want to kill someone today."

She let go of the hand that pinched his throat, but did not spare him easily, but shattered his golden elixir and abolished her cultivation.

"ah……"

The golden elixir was shattered and his cultivation was abolished. A shrill scream came out at that moment. The peak strength of the golden elixir quickly fell until the spiritual energy of the body dissipated and he became an old man.

After abolishing his cultivation, Tang Ning ignored it and turned around and walked down the hillside. His cultivation was abolished and he could no longer cause any storms. What's more, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, it is still unknown whether he can survive without the strength of cultivation.

After seeing the old man leave, some of the monks who recognized Master Yuan Feng immediately stepped forward and took him away and sent him back to Qinghe Sect...

"Master, the meat is roasted." Zeppelhe saw his master come back, then cut off a piece of barbecue and handed it forward.
Chapter completed!